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Krayzie Bone

"Wasteland Warriors"

[Krayzie] (Talking)
Yeah, got my n*ggas from St. Clair up in this muthaf*cka, n*gga
P.O.D.'d, my n*gga, Sin
Fin to put this sh*t down like this, n*gga
(We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto...)

What if we slowed it down?
Then, n*gga, you would hear me
I know n*ggas would f*ck around
And say we tried to steal your style
Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest
Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us
My n*ggas is older, now, so they know when to unload
So, when them funky, funky jump me
Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)
It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid
But, oh no, n*ggas heard the flow
And wanted a piece of the cake
It kinda p*ssed me off that ? figured they could get skills
But when kept on disrespectin'
Make 'em think we sh*t's real, n*gga
I'm from the Land where every n*ggas plan
And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'
And they don't understand them n*ggas rappin'
But still they actin' like criminals
? reciprocal
They don't know it, even though
Oh, no, no, can't let you go
When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)
That funk'll gon' blow you away
Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday
Oh, gotta say f*ck all y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed

[Krayzie] (Layzie)
Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder
Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder
Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind

[Souljah Boy]
You know it is, what it's gotta be
Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'
And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back
Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these
Where your troops is down to get loose, b*tch
Sue these stupid muthaf*ckas
Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus
Cause the n*ggas be down for the count
And the first n*gga step up, get shut down
You shouldna been takin' my f*ckin' style
That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town
Arrest me on the rebound
It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G
You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me
So muthaf*ck what you's thinkin'
Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet
While your bullethole still be bleedin'
But here's the reason for the season's on my muthaf*ckin' bank
Why you lame, be actin' strange?
Boom to bangs, n*gga insane
Time to rearrange this muthaf*ckin' figure
Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthaf*ckin' killa
n*gga, bow down, I'm about to get wit'cha just like Hitler
Got a cap peela, nine rounds speeder
Motherf*ck you and your mamacita
Fade 'em all with with the blood skeeter
Streetsweeper put your ass to sleep

[Krayzie] Warriors ride
Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride
Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind

[Bizzy]
Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick
n*gga, what you saw
We ? somebody ? with a pistol runnin' through ?
And they call war, ready for the cause
Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them ? gotta break
Your face be on that table, ready for more
Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in
And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up
And your luck get f*cked-up, ready me buck buck buck
I'm still runnin' with bench warrants all in different states
But I won’t get caught and love, Uh-uh
What it makes you want my ? yes, some are ?
Thinkin' me bloody get with the ?
And roll but I had gun before you knows
Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it
So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll

[Layzie]
Aw, sh*t!
Nowhere to run; here come judgement day
Let's make these jealous b*tches pay, uh-huh
I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your ?
Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life
I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?
Come and roll with this #l n*gga in my 500 Benz
You know I got ends to spend, top ten ?
Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real
Attitude like, ''n*gga, what?''
And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em n*ggas
Mo Thug employ in my city
Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?
It may be, n*gga just gotta keep real, baby, lately
Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe
And outta the way
And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'
It's all about perfect timin', feel me
It's about perfect timin', hear me
What's on my muthaf*ckin' mind in this:
These playa haters got me p*ssed, b*tch
But let me get my gauge
Leatherface, go get your mask
We gon' blast and roll on these muthaf*ckin' n*ggas
Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin

[Krayzie] (Layzie)
Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder
Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder
Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind

[Krayzie]
Oh, gotta say f*ck all y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed
We stressed, we stressed
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind

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